Morning sunlight filtered through the lace curtains of the master bedroom, warm and golden across the tangled sheets where my gorgeous blood-unrelated step-mom Priya and I had slept naked and entwined. I stirred awake to the soft press of her heavy breasts against my back, her arm still draped possessively over my waist. She kissed my shoulder lightly and murmured, "Good morning, my sweet boy. Your step-mom will go prepare breakfast—first you take a nice shower, hmm?" I nodded sleepily, inhaling the lingering musk of last night's sex on her skin, and watched her lush, naked curves sway as she padded out of the room, her big ass cheeks jiggling softly.
After a quick, refreshing shower—cool water rinsing away the dried cum and sweat—I toweled off and decided, since it was lazy Sunday, to stay completely naked. My cock swung heavy and half-hard as I descended the marble stairs, the humid Mumbai air kissing my bare skin. In the open-plan living room, the aroma of fresh poha spiced with mustard seeds, curry leaves, and turmeric already wafted from the kitchen. My step-mom Priya stood at the stove, gloriously nude, her voluptuous MILF body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her massive tits swayed as she stirred, dark nipples stiff in the morning warmth, and between her thick thighs her shaved pink pussy lips were still swollen and leaking—thick strands of her creamy arousal dripping slowly down her inner legs, leaving shiny trails on her skin.
I sank onto the plush sofa, clicked on the TV to some droning morning news channel for background noise, and lazily wrapped my hand around my thickening cock, stroking slow and firm, feeling it pulse and leak precum under my fingers. Minutes later, my step-mom Priya carried two plates over and settled right beside me, her warm thigh pressing against mine. Her eyes dropped immediately to my fist pumping my veiny shaft, and a hungry smile curved her lips. Without a word, she spread her legs wide, exposing that dripping cunt fully, and slid two fingers deep into her sopping hole with a wet squelch. She started finger-fucking herself hard—plunging in and out, her creamy juices coating her hand and running onto the sofa cushion—while staring intently at me stroking faster.
We locked eyes, the air thick with tension and the sharp scent of her arousal mixing with the savory breakfast smells. The lewd sounds filled the room: my fist slapping wetly on my cock, her fingers pistoning into her gushing pussy, our heavy breathing over the muted TV. Her big tits heaved, clit peeking swollen and red as she circled it with her thumb. I groaned at the sight of her pink inner walls clinging to her fingers each time she pulled out.
We came together in shuddering unison—her cunt clenching visibly as she squirted hot streams of girl-cum over her hand and thighs; my cock erupting in thick ropes that splattered my belly and chest. Panting, my step-mom Priya reached for tissues, tenderly wiping my cum from my skin first, then her own dripping pussy, before handing me a plate.
We ate breakfast right there on the sofa—fluffy poha with crunchy peanuts and fresh coriander, the spices bursting on my tongue. Halfway through, she casually spread her legs again, her pussy still leaking fresh nectar. I grabbed the honey jar from the coffee table, drizzled thick golden streams over her puffy lips and deep inside her parted hole, watching it mix with her creamy juices. Then I dropped to my knees between her thighs and buried my face in her sweet-musky cunt. The taste exploded—warm honey blended with her tangy, salty arousal—as I lapped broad strokes over her clit, sucked her swollen lips, and plunged my tongue deep inside, fucking her with it in firm thrusts. She moaned loudly, hips bucking, fingers tangling in my hair as her walls fluttered around my tongue.
Minutes later she came hard, flooding my mouth with hot, sweet squirt that I swallowed greedily, licking every drop from her pulsing hole. She pulled me up, crushed her lips to mine in a deep, sloppy kiss, our tongues swirling and sharing the mingled taste of honey and her cum, saliva dripping between us. Her hand wrapped around my aching cock, stroking fast and slick until I exploded again, shooting ropes onto her fingers. She brought them to her mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.
Sated and glowing, we curled up side by side on the sofa, my step-mom Priya's head on my shoulder, her naked body pressed warmly against mine. I queued up her favorite old Bollywood romance on the TV, and we watched together in comfortable silence, fingers idly tracing lazy patterns on each other's skin, the promise of more lingering in the air
The Bollywood romance flickered to its happy ending on the TV screen, the credits rolling with upbeat music as the afternoon sun dipped lower outside our Mumbai flat. My gorgeous blood-unrelated step-mom Priya stretched languidly beside me on the sofa, her naked curves still warm and pressed against my side, the faint sticky remnants of our earlier play drying on our skin. She turned to me with a soft smile, tracing a finger down my chest. "Beta, your big step-sister Neha is coming home tonight from her work tour. She lands in the evening—we'll have to pick her up at the airport." I nodded, a thrill sparking in my gut at the thought of Neha's return, her voluptuous body and insatiable hunger matching Priya's perfectly.
We showered quickly—separately this time, though her teasing glances promised more later—and dressed casually: Priya in a flowing floral kurti and leggings that hugged her massive tits and big ass, me in a t-shirt and jeans. She drove our tinted SUV, the AC blasting cool air against the humid evening traffic, while I lounged in the spacious back seat. We parked in the airport's short-term lot, the distant roar of jet engines and honking taxis filtering through the windows as dusk settled.
Then I spotted her—my stunning blood-unrelated big step-sister Neha, striding toward us with her suitcase, her tight crop top straining against her enormous breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric, and a short denim skirt swaying around her thick thighs and juicy ass. She tapped on the darkened window with a grin, and I unlocked the door. Neha slid in beside me, her perfume—a heady mix of vanilla and musk—flooding the back seat. "Hi, step-mom!" she called cheerfully to Priya up front, leaning forward to exchange a quick hug over the seat. Then, with a wicked glance at me, she hit the lock button— the heavily tinted windows and privacy screens ensuring no one outside could see in.
Neha turned to me, her dark eyes burning with months of pent-up desire. "I missed you so much, husband," she whispered huskily, cupping my face and crashing her full lips against mine in a deep, starving kiss—tongues tangling wetly, saliva mixing as she moaned into my mouth. "I missed you too, step-sis," I groaned back, my cock already throbbing hard in my jeans.
She wasted no time. Neha hiked up her short skirt, revealing no panties—just her smooth, shaved pussy, lips swollen and glistening, thick strands of her dripping arousal already trailing down her inner thighs from the mere sight of me. The musky scent of her soaked cunt filled the confined space, making my mouth water. She straddled my lap in one fluid motion, her big ass settling heavily as she yanked my zipper down and freed my rock-hard cock, veiny and leaking precum. Without pause, she guided my throbbing head to her scalding entrance and sank down fully—her tight, velvety walls engulfing me inch by inch in one slick, greedy slide until I was buried balls-deep in her gushing heat.
Neha wrapped her arms around my neck in a fierce hug, her massive tits squishing against my chest, and I hugged her back just as tightly, feeling her heartbeat thunder against mine. She didn't move—just stayed impaled, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my shaft, milking me with subtle pulses as her juices soaked my balls and jeans. "Don't thrust, husband," she breathed against my ear, voice trembling with emotion and lust. "Please… I want your cock inside me like this all night. I missed you that much—feeling you fill your big step-sister completely."
I nodded, groaning at the exquisite torture, and held still as Priya pulled out of the parking lot with a knowing smile in the rearview mirror. The drive home through Mumbai's chaotic traffic was pure agony and bliss: every pothole bump sent Neha's weight shifting, her dripping cunt grinding subtly on my buried length; every brake made her big ass bounce lightly, her slick walls dragging along my veiny shaft; speed bumps jolted us together, her engorged clit rubbing against my base. The wet squelch of her arousal echoed softly in the car, her creamy nectar flooding out around my cock, soaking us both as she whimpered into my neck, hugging me tighter.
We stayed locked like that the entire ride—my big step-sister Neha cockwarming me lovingly, her pussy throbbing in constant need, until Priya finally pulled into our driveway. Only then did Neha lift her head, eyes glassy with tears of joy and frustration, whispering, "We're home… but I'm not letting you go yet."